Some sandwiches are just lunch. These aren’t. In Los Angeles, stepping into a Jewish deli feels like stepping into a story that’s still being written.
The air smells like slow-carved pastrami. Pickles land on the table before you even open the menu. Conversations stretch longer than planned because nobody’s in a hurry to leave.
These spots aren’t built for quick bites. They’re built for gathering. For celebrations, catch-ups, late breakfasts that turn into early dinners…